A sister is typically defined by a sibling who has a blood relation to you through one or both parents. Typically you know your sister from birth, or her birth, whichever comes first.
Not my sister.
My sister came in the form of an eleven year old girl who had two brothers and desperately needed some girl time. She is my sister-in-law by traditional means. But she is my true sister in every other way.
She has helped me become the best version of myself by looking up to me when I was not ready to be looked up to. She asked me questions about my past that I wasn’t quite ready to answer, but I did, because I wanted her to make the right choices.
My sister never felt an obligation to love me, as she wasn’t raised with me. But yet, she chose to love me. She picked me to be her role model, even though I was nowhere in a place to be one. But that’s what little sisters do, right? Choose terrible times to do things to the older sister?
She fought for me, when I didn’t even know there was a fight going on. She defended my character, even though I was unaware it was called into question.
She stood with me at the altar when I married her brother and was beside me when I was delivering my first child.
I stood with her at her at her prom, proud as could be. I was beside her teaching her high school math, even though I suck at math.
We have grown into adults together, and with every year, our relationship grows closer.
No, we don’t always have it good. We have fought plenty, blocked each other on social media, and sworn each other’s name away. But we always find our way back.
We have turned our friendship into a sisterhood that not even the worst of words can ever break.
No, we don’t share DNA. But we have shared tears, moments, and memories that can never be replaced by blood.
